I discovered the subject for my 05-20-24 postcard at the base of a sign near a bus stop on Carlisle. The abandoned locks, entwined with an aged chain, invoked forgotten stories of security and neglect. Their unexpected presence stirred a surprising emotion within me, as if they held the silent echoes of a past event, blending seamlessly into the concrete canvas of the city.
My 04/27/26 postcard is a Spanish broom bloom caught between opening and fading, its yellow…
My 04/26/26 postcard is a dried iris on Eastern Avenue, its petals curled and translucent,…
My 04/25/26 postcard comes from a small charity car show in an open lot near…
My 04/24/26 postcard comes from Bullhead Park, where a dog stands on a weathered stone…
My 04/23/26 postcard is a look inside a flower, revealing a warm space where light…
My 04/22/26 postcard features construction on Summer Ave, where the road is closed and redirected,…
